Biography of James Urwin
An uneducated fool...? ...I went to school until 16 years of age but was only there to 'sign in' not listen or learn.I hated school and never liked the ways i was taught or understood the basics due to my felt unjust ways of the British education system, and there badly staffed schools.
Poetry is new to me...writing is new to me.I may be a bad speller or my grammer may be all wrong? ...but...i dont care if my point is there in a poem i write.I love to write poetry, weather its good or not does not seem to matter to me as i enjoy it so much, but what a bonus and buzz it is if others find some enjoyment in reading them, or can relate to them :)
I would appreciate any constructive critisisum as i just dont know if others enjoy them as much as myself, please feel free to let me know your thoughts.
James Urwin Poems
Never Ever Keep A Whale In Your Pond
Did you ever hear of the tale, about the Man...who kept in a small pond...a rather huge Whale. (in my opinion, he should have gone to jail)
A Weight Of Too Much
All I see.... is a monstrosity, standing right before me. Ripples of fat,
Finding A Reason
On this winters night... I have a story for you, it`s a tale about a man... who`s happiness, he never knew. He lived a life all be it alone,
The Beast Looking For Light
Hide away....make sure you lock all the doors tight, the Beast is loose again, so please...stay in your homes tonight. Pull your curtains... turn your lights down low,
If...for some reason, we ever have to part, I want you to know...that within minutes, to you my journey will start. I would even jump out of a plane,
A moment of pleasure caught, to hopefully persist, all moments of unhappiness, to be overcome with this,
If I was a Soldier, I would bend the barrel of my gun...and towards the enermy, I would run. I would wash, my war torn bloody rags... and turn them into, beauitiful white flags.
The Christmas That Nearly Never Happened
On the evening, of past Christmas Eve, a family got a shock...when Santa Clause, wouldn't leave. Drunk and abusive... he told them all,
Got A Hammer But Need A Gun
Batten down the hatches...even nail shut the door, for tonight...a time starts again...our history changed, forever more. As the yobs rule our streets... in all Towns and down every country lane,
The Coal Pit
They throw their pick, at walls of black, shovel it up...and put it in a sack.
I Am A Traveller
I am a Traveller...with the whole world at my feet, my travels are free...although never complete. I travel and go...from place to place,
Who`s The Muppet
Is he just a Muppet...or...is he a Man? has he got himself...a selfish, master plan? The one...who tells us our so,
Her Wild Water Flow
I stroll my walk, over the barron hills i go, to find a little stream....I have become to know. I sit upon the rocks, of her wild water flow, where the greenist of moss, does so succulently grow.
Love Has No Face
It hides from me, where ever I may be. Love has no face.
An Illusion Of Confusion
I am not a torn rainbow, overcome with a droplet of fire,
neither am I smoke filled rooms of mystical thoughts,
all drenched in my own selfish desire.
Maybe I am just lost, in my self deluded magnificent ways? that could and seem to take only myself higher...?
All said and done, at least....I am No...cheap, heartless....or cold holding liar.
I am just...for ever more...chasing my fire.